Knit One Purl Two

One of the clearest memories I have of growing up is always seeing someone holding a pile of knitting on their lap. My mother. My grandmother. My Aunts. Visits to relatives always involved conversations over the clicking of knitting needles. Bags of yarn and half finished sweaters, afghans, mittons, scarfs, ponchos were always at someones feet. More than half the clothes we kids wore were handmade. The back of sofas were adorned with beautiful afghan blankets one could throw over themselves and lay down for a quick nap. We were prepared for the cold weather with various sweaters and scarfs given for presents. My grandmother would enter her projects in the State Fair and got free admittance tickets in return.
I tried taking up knitting when I was in my teens. I wasn't patient enough. I made a ton of mistakes and got frustrated. I decided to stick to reading as my hobby. However I did finish a couple of latch hook projects when I got a kit for my birthday.
Maybe one of these days I'll attempt it again or at least find another hand made afghan to throw over the back of my sofa.

Heard this one?

I told this to a friend the other day and got a blank stare.

April showers bring may flowers
What do may flowers bring?

Pilgrims


Please tell me I'm not the only one who gets that.......?